Oh God, please honour your great name, the one
from whom all fam-il-ies on earth have come.
Who is the father of the orphans and
knows how to flesh dry bones and make them stand.
The honour of your Christ we want this world,
(well anyone with eyes who tries) to see..
what plainly is impossible when hurled
together just by chance. May people be
enabled with the facts and figures there,
to be baptised, as Jesus was those days
when he took on his people’s failures, shared
our immaturities, our foggy haze.
As he came not to be our judge, but our..
our servant and to give his life to set
free many slaves of sin, stuck in its power..
as we see that his life is not done yet.
We pray, today (and as you bring to mind)
that breath of this your Christ, might blow again
and that each brother/sister there might find
your grace in eyes of who's their champion.
And rise with him, who raised up Peter’s mum
from fever (sick and weak, could hardly stand),
to be the server of all those who’d come
within her house’s influence. You planned
good things for plain ol’ people round their town
(to give Jesus and friends some energy
to serve them better all that night, folk found
that Jesus’ pow-er could do as he pleased.
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